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Title:Big Mommas: Like Father, Like SonYear:2011Director:John WhitesellWriter:Matthew Fogel, based on a story by himself and Don Rhymer, and on the characters by Darryl QuarlesStarring: Martin Lawrence, Brandon T. Jackson, Jessica Lucas, Faizon Love, Portia DoubledayMPAA Rating: PG-13, some sexual humor and brief violenceRuntime:107 minMajor Awards: –IMDb Rating:3.1Rotten Tomatoes:6%

Ah, and here it is, the moment I knew was coming sooner rather than later, I had seen 15 films released in 2011 prior to Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son, and I hadn’t really hated any of them. Sure, Season of the Witch was quite horrid, I even endured Justin Bieber: Never Say Never and found it to be better than I expected. I had come out unscathed out of those films, but the streak ends at 15, Martin Lawrence’s third entry into the Big Momma franchise will be the first film of 2011 I will give a failing grade to.

I don’t really give failing grades all that often, a film has to be really bad in order for me to give one to it, it has to come close to making me feel physical pain. In all of last year I saw 210 films with a 2010 release date, and I failed only 13 of those, just about one every month, and they were all pretty horrible films, and this one’s no exception.

I mean really, Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son is as unwelcome a movie as you’ll ever find. The first one was already quite crappy, but bearable because as much a one-joke-wonder as it may have been it was funny in some parts, but the second one was seriously unnecessary, totally pointless, and any person with half a brain inside his head would have known that was when the franchise begged to be shut down. But alas, we’re talking about Hollywood, and money talks in that golden town we all love so much.

And, bad as it may have been, this one had a production budget of $32 million and has already made nearly $75 million worldwide, so there. This has happened, no use in trying to stop it, let’s just hope we won’t get a fourth one. Though, considering this one didn’t even have a “3” in its title, and that it introduced a new character like a potential replacement for Martin Lawrence, it seems as though they’re preparing us to witness many many more Momma movies with different actors playing new Mommas.

I don’t even like the Big Momma character all that much, but even she deserved a better way to go than this film. And I actually kinda like Martin Lawrence, the guy has been pretty good in a few of his films, and even though the first one wasn’t funny, you could tell he was at least trying really hard to get us to laugh. And here we have to witness seeing him, the only remaining original piece from when the franchise started, looking pretty tired and bored, and a film like this, in which you have to pretend to be Big Momma in full latex regalia, needs quite a lot of energy if it’s going to be any sort of success, but it just looked as though he knew as well as we did we didn’t need any more of this.

Cops in drag is a concept that has been worn out, I mean, the first time it was done it was funny because it was ridiculous. But now it seems stupid when it’s done with no good reason, I mean yes, something obviously happens for Mr. Lawrence and his stepson to go undercover into an all-girls art school, but I can’t even remember exactly what it was, because it was really dumb and it only happened as a quick pre-thought to get these two in drag. And every single gag that follows once they’re undercover is equally dumb, nothing in this film has an ounce of smart.

Honestly, there’s not a single scene here that will provide genuine laughter, not even genuine giggles. And, even though Tyler Perry’s Madea films aren’t cinematic jewels, they at least have some sort of humanity in them, which is missing from this one entirely. I just seriously disliked Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son and I urge you guys to avoid it at all costs, and I urge the Hollywood machine to please stop making any more of them, not even as straight-to-DVD outings, just plain stop, please.

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